There was a bent wobbly mailbox on a little street tucked away in the village. Despite it being well-worn and much used, the mailbox served its owner well. The owner, a woman who lived on this tucked away street, was wise and resourceful. She received many things in the bent wobbly mailbox and made wondrously beautiful gifts with what she received.
She made gifts for birds and other creatures with bits and pieces of cloth, string, and yarn. The pieces of cloth often were fashioned into lovely, warm quilts for folks in the village who felt cold in the winter months. Yarn was made into hats, scarves, and mittens for the same people who otherwise would suffer. She left these warm creations on shrubs throughout the village for anyone to take.
People who were ill would find the quilts on their doorstep left there secretly by the woman. The people of the village never knew where all these gifts came from. The birds and other creatures knew her secret but told no one even if they were pets in the village households. Their masters did not know the source of all the beautifully crafted gifts. There would be tweeting and twittering, barking and meowing in hilarity by the birds and other creatures because of the village folks lack of knowing.
The woman had a purpose knowing she was doing good for her village. The bent wobbly mailbox gave her a never ending supply of all she ever needed. It had a purpose, too. You might say this is magic and I think you might be right. Who knew there could be so much love in the woman’s bent wobbly mailbox?
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